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Mad. [v]

[My Thoughts hold mortall Strife]

My Thoughts hold mortall Strife,
I doe detest my Life,
And with lamenting Cries
(Peace to my Soule to bring)
Oft calles that Prince which here doth Monarchise,
But Hee grimme-grinning King,
Who Catiues scornes, and doth the Blest surprise,
Late hauing deckt with Beauties Rose his Tombe,
Disdaines to croppe a Weede, and will not come.